Arriving home from almost a month away it was obviously going to be the first thing we would do once the sun shone. The walk up our local hill. For once it wasn’t even windy on top, now that’s a first! The cerulean sky was dotted with puffy white cumulus clouds contrasting with the superb rusty-brown bracken and flecks of golden gorse.
This view never gets boring
Late blackberries were still ripening in the lane, the red and black glistening jewels punctuating the greenness; buzzards mewed overhead. Otherwise. Silence.
Sitting at the top of the hill, with butterflies dancing in the light breeze it was just the usual breath-taking views; the peace; the stillness; the pleasure of taking a deep breath and letting it s-l-o-w-l-y out…
After days of driving along some of Britain’s busiest motorways and A roads I could feel myself relaxing once more and wondering whether I really need to leave this place again.